I hope thoughts could speak;

Blunt are my words brute is my gesture

But, deep within is a coward heart Which

could hardly sneak

Shouts my shameless ego, on the loved ones.

Faces and swallows the bitter words Of

whom it hardly even knows.

And still I portrait an artificial smile,

Letting the tears within to flow.

Why do I feel lost when I see myself in the mirror?

Why don’t I see myself on the other side?

May be the darkness makes it inferior?

Or it just selects to hide!